User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-27015000-20151104180851/@comment-32303-20151111173127

"Ah'm en." Branna grinned. "Ah'm nae lookin' frae daisies, all ah'm lookin' frae es enoo gold so ah can start mah oon life an' ne'er ha' tae dae this again; mebbe fin' th right beast, settle down an' have a wee bairn o' oor oon. Ah hope Southward'll give mah a chance." The stoat calmly began sharpening her blade.